Great Single Player of the Heavens

　　 Little Seoul, the "Big Riot" bar.

　　 Lu Qi, who just pushed the door and entered, waved to the bar owner Joseph behind the bar:

　　 "Hey, Joseph!"

　　 Seeing Lu Qi, the owner of the Mediterranean Sea was a little surprised, "Alex? It's been a long time since I saw you, you busy man, how come you have time to drink?"

　　 While talking, he picked up an empty glass and put it on the side of the wine cannon, trying to squeeze Lu Qi a glass of fresh draft beer.

　　 "Oh, just come over and relax after finishing work."

　　 answered, Lu Qi looked around, looking for the familiar figure.

　　 Since resigning, Lu Qi has not completely distinguished from this former workplace, and will come over for a drink from time to time.

　　 Under his introduction, Cui Fo also knew about this place. He would often come here to drink, fight with some drunks, and talk about life.

　　 Soon, he found Lao Cui lying on the table in the corner of the bar near the toilet.

　　 Judging from the empty wine bottles on the table, Old Cui was already drinking unconscious before Lu Qi came.

Putting a full beer in front of Lu Qi, Joseph, who noticed Lu Qi's gaze, lifted his chin and said, "Tui Fo seems to be in a bad mood today. James went to persuade him and was beaten by him... "

　　 That's it!

　　 No wonder Joseph, the owner of the bar, entertains guests behind the bar. It turned out that Cui beat the bartender...

　　 "Is James all right?"

　　 "It's okay, it's just that the bridge of the nose was beaten to bleed. I asked him to see a doctor..."

"Like This..."

　　 After thinking about it, Lu Qi took out a small stack of US knives from his pocket, about 1,000 yuan, put it on the bar, and said to Joseph: "Sorry to James for me."

　　 "OK."

　　 Picking up the beer, Lu Qi walked slowly towards the corner.

　　 came to the deck, sat down opposite Cui Fo, Lu Qi gently pushed Cui Fo, who seemed to be drunk, and shouted:

　　 "Hey! Hey! Old Cui, wake up!"

　　 After pushing twice, Trevor, who was full of alcohol, finally slowly raised his head.

　　 "Alex?"

　　 Seeing that it was Lu Qi, Old Cui couldn't help blinking, then grinned and said:

　　 "Hey, my Asian boy, I thought you would not come... It seems that you and that **** are not the same kind of person!"

　　 Hearing this, Lu Qi was taken aback for a moment, and he was a little confused: "Huh? Which bastard?"

　　 "Apart from the hypocrite who likes to stab his brother in the back and is full of lies, who else is there?!"

　　As soon as he said this, Lu Qi frowned, and instantly felt something was wrong.

　　 The "hypocrite" in Cui's mouth is obviously Michael.

　　 Judging from Lao Cui's angrily appearance, Lu Qi's mind suddenly came up with an idea:

　　 Does he already know? !

　　 Before Lu Qi could speak, Old Cui picked up Lu Qi's beer, took a swig from him, and said to himself:

　　 "I went to the grave for him to mourn his death... In the end, I found that my **** view of him was all wrong!"

　　 "It's all wrong!!!"

　　'S tone rose sharply, and Old Cui continued to mutter to himself regardless of the strange gazes of the surrounding guests:

　　 "That sly bullshit! He didn't die at all! It was Brad! And he knew it, but never thought of telling me the truth!!!"

　　 "I should have thought of it... I should have thought of it..."

　　 Speaking of this, Old Cui seemed to have just remembered Lu Qi, who was sitting across from him.

　　 With those complicated eyes mixed with anger, sadness, and helplessness, he looked at Lu Qi and Cui Fo's emotions, and suddenly recovered, "Alex, do you know what Michael is most afraid of?"

　　 Hearing this, Lu Qi, who had roughly guessed the origin of the matter, just shook his head in response.

　　 "What he fears most is that his betrayal of his brother will be exposed! Let everyone know that he is just a poor and pathetic traitor!"

　　 "He will only use one lie to cover up another lie, and hope that others will never find out!"

　　 "Fuck! Fuck Michael!!! Fuck everything!!!"

　　 After venting as much as possible, Cui picked up the beer again and poured it into his mouth.

　　 The beer slipping from my mouth and the clothes dripping on my body did not stop the beer in the glass from disappearing quickly.

　　 Upon seeing this, Lu Qi turned his head and put out a scissorhand to Joseph, who had been looking here, and motioned for him to send two more glasses of beer.

　　 With a "chop", Cui Fo put down the empty cup in his hand, grabbed Lu Qi's sleeve, and stared at Lu Qi closely, and said:

"Alex, I advise you not to get too close to that despicable bastard. Nothing he said is true. He is like a poisonous snake that will stabb you in the back when you are defenseless. A knife, and then change hands to sell you to the **** FIB!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Old Cui loosened the crinkled sleeves, grabbed a glass of beer from Joseph, who had just walked over, and continued to pour "tons and tons" into his mouth.

　　 shook his head at Joseph, who was probing, Lu Qi finally found the time and said:

"Listen, I don’t know what happened to you and Michael~www.novelmtl.com~ It sounds like he did something unforgivable. However, you and Michael have known each other for more than ten years. What can't you sit down and make it clear?"

　　 Old Cui sniffed at Lu Qi's persuasion:

　　 "Say it clearly? Oh, I don't think I have much to say with him. All I have to say is in the **** North Yankton, and in front of Brad's body, it's all finished!"

　　 Hearing this, Lu Qi has confirmed his thoughts and is correct.

　　 Somehow, Trevor knew everything that happened in North Yankton nine years ago. I know, the former companion Brad is not in prison, but has died instead of Michael; I also know that the reason why Michael lives is because he betrayed his companion and made a dirty deal with FIB!

　　 Truth, these two heavy words are often unacceptable.

　　 Even a tough guy like Old Cui, who is vicious and unblinking, can't accept the cruel fact that his best friend and brother cheated and betrayed himself, so that he ran to the bar alone, trying to calm down his sorrows by drinking.

　　 For nine years, Lao Cui, who has been kept in the dark, is perhaps the poorest person...

　　Looking at Old Cui who was constantly pouring wine, Lu Qi just wanted to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Cui Fo said again:

　　 "Fortunately, I never have to see this boring traitor anymore, although the person who shot the bullet into his head was not me, but some Chinese gangsters..."

　　 "But whatever the fuck, I don't want to waste bullets anyway..."

　　 Listening to Cui's muttering, Lu Qi couldn't help but pick up his brows, capturing the important information between the words.

　　 "Wait! You mean, a bunch of Chinese killed Michael?!"